The man was Brady, and his face was black as a thundercloud.
"What're you doing here so long?" he cried angrily to the girl. "Clear out! I've got something I want to talk over with King."
With a supplicating look at her father, the girl got up and passed out of the hut.
[CHAPTER XII.]
BRADY CHANGES HIS PLANS.
"You've played the devil with me, and no mistake!" scowled Brady, whirling on Matt the moment the girl was gone.
"I don't see how you make that out," said Matt. "You're the one that's made all the trouble, Brady."
Brady's little eyes glittered as they rested on Matt. For a few moments he paced angrily back and forth across the hut.
"How in thunder," he cried suddenly, "did Jerrold ever manage to get a line on me? He was over the swamp, a short time ago, with his air-ship, and he'd have landed here if we hadn't driven him off. Jerrold knows where I am, and he has the means of getting to the island. We've crippled his craft, though, and he's had to haul off for repairs. While he's gone, I've got to change my plans, somehow, and be ready for him when he comes back. That Dutch kid who was with you at the balloon house yesterday was in the car of the air-ship, and there was also a policeman along. How did that come?"